#bonuscat

FIC CAN BE READ HERE: ao3

Fangs, blood, Complete. Rated M. Word Count: 3167

Pairings: None

Trigger Warnings: bleeding/blood

Author: @ectopal (Team Ghost)

“I’ve bit myself sev – OW! – eight times already!” - @bonuscat (Team Human)

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“Oh my god, will you stop laughing? This isn’t—OW!—funny, fruitloop!”

Danny can count the number of times he’s had a civil conversation with the older halfa on one hand and finish with fingers leftover. This conversation so far is not numbering among those few.

“It’s, oh my dear boy, you don’t understand; this is hilarious ,” Vlad says between fits of laughter, head honest to god thrown back from how hard he’s cackling. It’s simultaneously the most and least human Danny’s ever seen him. 

Danny raises his voice to be heard over the laughter, “if you give yourself a heart attack I will let you die.”

FIC CAN BE READ HERE: ffn | ao3

Incomplete. Rated T. Word Count: 1,700

Trigger Warnings: Implied Torture, Descriptions of Blood

Author: Bonuscat ffn | ao3 (Team Human)

“It turns out that the views of Agents O and K are not held by the rest of the Guys in White. Basically, the GiW scientists are horrified when the two newest agents bring in a fourteen-year-old half-ghost kid for “painful experiments”.“ - Phic Phight prompt by @nocturna-starr​ (Team Ghost)

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Danny cracked open the fridge, his other hand prepared to fend off whatever came out. Hearing nothing growl, he carefully opened the fridge more. Brownish shapes sprang at the teen, and he slammed the door. Too late. “Mom, Dad, the ecto-wieners chewed out of their container again!” Danny hollered, trying to trap the hot dogs under the strainer left from last night’s spaghetti. “Quit biting me!” The wieners, surprisingly fast for pieces of meat, squirmed away, because nothing in Danny’s life could be easy. “I just wanted to make a sandwich.”

He chased them all down eventually, but not before the kitchen got a few new burns from where the halfa shot at the hot dogs pistol style. Here’s hoping those’ll blend in with the other ones. Angry leftovers and exploding tech were commonplace at Fentonworks. “I swear there were less wieners last week,” Danny muttered, rubbing his smarting fingers. “Either Dad used the wrong microwave again, or there’s a case of meat mitosis in the fridge.” He brightened. “Hey, I remembered something from biology!” A puff of blue curled from his lips. “So much for catching up on homework over the weekend,” Danny sighed.

His ghost sense led him to a street a couple blocks away. If this is the Box Ghost stealing someone’s package again, he thought, rounding the corner, I’m leaving him in the thermos overnight.

“Freeze, Phantom!” Operatives K and O perched on ATVs, a small ectopuss thrashing in a net on the ground between them. Both GiW agents wielded ecto-weapons aimed in Danny’s direction.

“You guys, really? Shouldn’t you be at a shoe polish sale?”

ffn | ao3 Completed, Rated K, Word Count: 272 Pairings: None Trigger Warnings: None. Author: Bonuscat ffn | ao3 (Team Human) “Vlad practices confessing his love for Maddie with his cat” - Phic Phight prompt by @pipermasters (Team Ghost) ***

“Maddie?” Vlad said, twisting his hands. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, for quite some time.” Her eyes, sparkling and intent, met his. “When we met in college, I was taken by your drive for the supernatural, how you persevered, though you were mocked for your passion. You never failed to surprise me with your intellect and your perception in everything you did and do. No matter how dire a situation, you never fail to pull an ace from your sleeve and win life’s game of cards.”

Maddie regarded him curiously, quietly encouraging him to continue.

Vlad looked her straight in the eyes. “What I’m trying to say is, well- oh, who am I kidding, Maddie?” He stroked the cat’s head, wishing he were caressing a certain hand. “This isn’t working. I don’t know why I’m having so much trouble. It’s just a few words, isn’t it?” The feline meowed, settling in the halfa’s lap. “But just saying ‘I love you’ won’t suffice! There’s no originality in that. I might as well send her a- a cheap card. I need to show her my love, but how?”